The only true light in the abandoned classroom was the glowing of the monitors. The shades had been pulled to on the window closest to it. In the chair before them all, eyes roving over the countless recordings and data flying along it, she sat.

There's seldom any acknowledgement of the arrival of anyone else. Tachyon keeps her gaze fixed on the screen, muttering who knows what to herself under her breath. After a moment, without looking up, she calls, "Cafe, I think someone's here for you."

...Her dear subject was absent. So, then, the guest must be there for her. With an almost bored sigh, the chair swivels, hollow red eyes now landing on the oh-so-rude intruder. "I am terribly busy, I'll have you know..." she says, one of her ears flicking. Slowly, a smile creeps onto her face. Despite how creepy it looks, she sounds incredibly chipper out of nowhere. "Very well! Since you're here, I may as well test my latest creation! Would you like some tea? You might feel some side effects, though. Fret not! It is... most likely safe."